Page 124 of Fall For Me
“Open,” he commands, slipping a gag into my mouth. “It’s also frustrating when you feel like you can’t speak.”
The bed dips, and as the drawer next to me opens, I lie there, trembling in anticipation for what might come next. The mattress dips again, then something sharp rolls along the inside of my thighs to my pelvis . . . up the side of my ribs . . . back down the center of my chest to my navel, pricking my skin and leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Biting down on the ball gag, I try to press my thighs together.
Sean laughs softly under his breath. “This is how you made me feel for months . . . bound and helpless but craving fucking more. Notknowing what to say or do. Hurt and feeling good at the same time . . .”
The sharp bite of the pinwheel stops, then ice clinks against a glass.
“Pain . . .”
I jolt, screaming around the gag.
Ah. Ssss. Hot wax. Fuck me. Goddamn.
“And pleasure.”
His lips skim my stomach as the ice in his mouth soothes the burn.
Deprived of sight, every touch, every sound, every single sensation is magnified. Fire spreads throughout my lungs, and I have to force myself to breathe.
“You like testing limits, but you’re still a very good girl, aren’t you, Rebel?”
A light buzzing sound fills the room, then a vibrator presses against my clit.
“Mmm-hmm,” I whimper, nodding my head.
“And what do good girls get?”
“Mmphded.” My back bows off the bed.
He chuckles softly under his breath. “What was that?”
“Mmphded.”
My eyes squeeze tight. Tension builds. The beginning of a climax approaches, climbing higher and higher, and just as I’m about to fall over the edge, the vibration stops.
“Sorry, that was the wrong answer.”
Fucking bastard.
Sean waits until I come all the way down, then the vibration starts again, and right as I’m about to come undone, the vibration stops. It’s complete torture. I’m going out of my fucking mind.
“You look so damn pretty chained up and whimpering.”
The torture continues, but this time with his mouth and fingers. The blindfold is wet with tears, I’m worn out and depleted of energy, and tremors wrack my body. Even though I don’t know how much more I can take, I don’t give him the hand signal to stop. Chains clinkas the leather cuffs slide from my ankles, then he removes the gag from my mouth.
“The blindfold stays on. I don’t want you to see; I want you to feel.” He hitches my thigh up on his hip and runs his dick along the seam of my pussy. “And I want to hear you screaming my name while I fuck you.”
“Sean,” I cry out as he pushes inside me.
Fuck, even as wet as I am, his dick nearly splits me in two. He waits until I’m acclimated, then begins to move in a delicious rhythm.
“Mmm,” I moan, every single stroke taking me higher and higher.
He sighs, and that sigh nearly pushes me over the edge.
I love how vocal he is. The grunts. The gasps. The sighs. How he moans. The dirty words that fly from his mouth. All of it unravels the fuck out of me. I hold out as long as I can, waiting for his permission.
“Ahh . . . Sean . . . please,” I beg.
